1. |
Intro
00:50
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2. |
In Cold Blood
05:47
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Time spent alone,
Trying to find broken bones.
It's the lies that I've told;
They don't sink,
They don't fold.
It's a move,
A hidden dance.
Find the grooves in my hands.
High and dry
In an old saloon,
Trying to find a half-full moon.
Wandering in the dusky blue;
When they come looking,
Are they gonna find you?
It's a move,
A hidden dance.
Find the grooves in my hands.
There's no room;
A second chance.
Well, I confess,
I had no plans.
Time spent alone,
Trying to find broken bones.
It's the lies that I've told;
They don't sink,
They don't fold.
It's a move,
A hidden dance.
Find the grooves in my hands.
There's no room;
A second chance.
Well, I confess,
I had no plans.
My heart, my hands.
You can't come in for the night.
Take what you can;
You won't be here for a while.
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3. |
Sheila
03:21
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She's a lover,
She's a chooser,
And she's hung up
On a loser.
And she found her
Man was playing games around her.
She's been thinking.
A lady lay
With gold in her pocket,
And a man for the day.
And she's petrified;
She could never find
A man to walk the line.
She's been thinking:
Do you feel fine,
All of the time?
If you can fake it,
Then you can make it out alright.
Let's play a game with this
Cinnamon Kiss
To the lips of the Sunsarita Falls
On the back of a postcard.
Lately you've been trying
To keep it all in line.
Look around,
The way they're
Looking right at you.
Your breath is like a song.
Golden gates,
With blood on your teeth,
And a hand on your fate.
You've been looking
For something that's true.
You dreamt the night
That I dreamt of you.
Do you feel fine,
All of the time?
If you can fake it,
Then you can make it out alright.
Playing games with this
Cinnamon kiss
To the lips of the Sunsarita Falls
On the back of a postcard:
Sheila.
You wouldn't know
If I were to go.
I never tried
To realize (I feel fine).
You wouldn't know
If I were to go.
I never tried
To change your mind.
On the back of a postcard:
Sheila.
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4. |
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Please, baby
Stick around,
You've got so much
In this old town;
Took it all
'Cause it was free,
Then they took back everything.
Oh, my,
What a fall.
I heard it from
Right down the hall.
Problems when
You hit the ground,
Finally started
Looking 'round.
So what do I say?
Will I never know?
I was there for you;
Don't ask for more.
We were on the top
Now we're going down.
He's always on the run,
But he's never in a hurry.
He's never holding on,
But he's never letting go.
I can't you out of my mind,
And we're running out of time.
The light says someone's home,
But his heart says he's alone.
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5. |
Merchandise
05:22
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Merchandise from Mexico,
It's starting to clog up my nose.
Oh, no.
Took it down
To the city hall,
Told those boys
Not to use it all
At once.
So I went to the border
For another pound;
Nothing this good ever
Sticks around
For long.
And if I told you
There was something
That could make you feel
Like none of this was ever really real,
And it all goes to waste,
Puts you down in your grave.
I'm wondering if I'm of use.
I'm selling myself as my favorite muse.
I'm giving it up, I'm taking a dive.
I thought you'd be here,
But I'm not always right.
I went down,
I was looking for a deal.
Boys with guns,
They shot me in my side.
Now I'm crawling through
The desert.
God only hears me when I cry.
God only hears me when I'm high,
So I try, I try
To stay high.
You brought me up.
Why'd I got to bring me down?
Just a simple misdirection,
I'm headed out of town.
Where I'm going,
I can't stick around.
And I'm wandering
Down the streets of abuse.
I done sold myself out
As my favorite excuse.
I'm giving it up,
I'm taking a dive.
I thought your be here,
But I'm not always right.
I'm not always right.
Somewhere deep inside,
I lost my mind.
I'm going on home;
I'm not always right.
I'm not always right.
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6. |
Long Shot
04:08
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Baby, baby,
Give it all you got,
You got a long, long shot
And you're waiting
'Til it's gone.
Put your shoes
On your heels
And you put 'em on mine.
You got me walking
When you're walking
And we walk in a line.
Black lipstick,
You slip in and
Tell me that you love me
But you're gonna leave me here
To die.
Fresh on your feet,
You're hot on the trail.
You always come back here
Before you go back to hell.
Well you're not the one I need;
Somewhere in between.
But it's okay, I don't mind
Getting it wrong sometimes.
What's that in your hands?
It's a deck of cards,
Can they read your lips
On the back of the stars?
Keep going, now,
Keep your hands on the wheel;
The can teach you how to act,
But not how to feel.
Black lipstick,
You slip in and
Tell me that you love me
But you're gonna leave me here
To die.
Fresh on your feet,
You're hot on the trail.
You always come back here
Before you go back to hell.
Well, you're not the one I need;
Somewhere in between.
But it's okay, I don't mind
Getting it wrong sometimes.
I feel a little life,
In it's still,
With your hand on the heart,
And you're ready to kill.
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7. |
Easy Mind
05:25
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Tell me why
You think that I
Won't be alright.
Sometimes, I try to find
Something to ease my mind.
My eyes,
They see something,
It looks like light, so kind.
It's coming for me,
Will you let me go?
Where'd you find your Old Soul?
Have you worn it before?
I cannot say
What's going on;
The words weren't drawn.
The shining stars
Are upside down.
What's going wrong?
I feel a "something" moving,
Something starts to shake.
A neon light
Is leading me
Down to the bay,
Calling me
To come back to that
Green mud lake.
I came from underwater,
Now I'm out in space,
But where?
Where'd you find your Old Soul?
Have you worn it before?
I'm feeling something moving,
Something starts to shake.
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BABE Tyler, Texas
Babe is a six-piece alt-rock band from Tyler, TX, USA, Earth. Their music has won the hearts of good-looking humans everywhere.
info@babe.band
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